Note: If you have not yet, I recommend reading Part 1 first.
When Dante finally arrived in what should have been the park, there were no trees, no grass, no park. The benches, trash cans, and recycling bins had been obliterated, and dark fires consumed the surrounding lands. There was nothing but blackened plains left of the place. And standing in the middle of it all?
Ragna, the Bloodedge.
Surrounding him was blackness, a dark aura unlike any Dante had ever felt before. It seemed as if the entire world had been consumed by the shadows this demon unleashed, as the formerly bright and cheery sky above them became obscured with storm clouds. The swo